To tweet or not to tweet, where is the question?
Whether ’tis more l33t with the followers to suffer
The RTs and replies of stalker twitters,
Or to take arms against a net of boredom,
And by blocking, end them. To shun, to ignore;
No more; and by ignoring to say we end
The head-ache and the thousand cyber jokes
That webz is heir to — ’tis a lost connection
Devoutly to be wish’d. To shun, to ignore;
To ignore, perchance to live. Ay, there’s the rub,
For in that ignoring of tweets what life may come,
When we have powered off this router signal,
Must give us pause. There’s the reality
That makes hilarity of such geek life,
For who would bear the giggles and scorn of girls,
The employer’s wrongs, the athletic man’s posturing,
The pangs of texted love, the traffic’s delay,
The boredom of office, and the reboot
That patient advice of tech support makes,
When he himself might his cyber life create
With a wi-fi connection? who would fandom bear,
To twit and reply under an online life,
But that the dread of something beyond internet,
The undiscovered country from whose signal fade
No traveller returns, puzzles the coder,
And makes us rather tweet those ills we have
Than fly to a reality that we know not of?
Thus the cloud does make geeks of us all,
And thus the native hue of pasty white
Is covered o’er with the novelty t-shirt,
And enterprises of great effort in real life
With no retweet their purpose disconnects,
And lose the name of #action.